“Welcome home babe.”
“And what a welcome it is,” he replied as he kissed her. “Thank you honey.”
She smiled. “Thank you.” She rushed off to take a shower.
Declan remained seated trying to catch his breath. That woman always had a surprise up her sleeve but that time she didn’t play fair, teasing him to the point where he thought he would cum all over himself without even being touched, but that was ok. He had a few tricks up his sleeve as well. Tomorrow was another day, a day he would show her who was the best at role playing.
COMING HOME
The ringing of a cell phone woke her from a peaceful sleep. By the ringtone, Makeba knew it was her brother calling. Reaching over Declan who was still snoring and sound asleep, she retrieved her cell phone from the night stand.
Whispering, she said, “Hello.”
“Hey little sister. How are you?”
“I’m good Mark. How are things with you?”
“Great. I called to find out what has gotten into your father.”
She glanced over at Declan, not wanting to wake him, she eased out of bed tiptoeing over near the window. “He’s fine. Why would you think something was wrong with him?”
“Sis, out of nowhere I get this call. At first I wasn’t going to answer but I thought better of it. I said hello and was about to blow a gasket when I heard his voice.”
She laughed. “What did he say?”
“Basically, he apologized for being a prick.”
“Mark.”
“Well, he was Makeba. Imagine my surprise when he told me he was proud of the man I have become. To top it off, he invited us to Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Oh that is wonderful.”
“Yes it is. So my sister, I guess there’s a change in our plans. You won’t have to come here because I’m coming home.”
Makeba screamed waking Declan from his sleep. For so long she had prayed that this moment would come. Her mom constantly talked about how sad she was that Mark stayed away so long but she understood why. It’s been years since they’ve all been under the same roof. Excitement could be heard from both ends of the line.
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Neither can I little sister, neither can I.”
Elation laced his words. She could hear it.
“Love you my brother.”
“I love you too my sister.”
Those were the last words exchanged before ending the call. Filled with excitement, she knew it would be difficult to go back to sleep, so there was no use in trying. Ushering over to Declan, she kissed him on the lips.
“Is everything ok?”
“Everything is better than ok honey. My brother and father reconciled. He’s coming home for the holidays. Finally, I get to meet my niece.”
“That’s great sweetie.”
“I know. Stay in bed. I’m going to fix you the best breakfast ever.”
He chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Smiling, she hurried off to the kitchen to cook a breakfast of champions for her man.
~*~
Declan laid in bed inhaling the fantastic aroma emitting through the air as he thought about payback for what she did to him. He recalled seeing a shop not far from where they were where he could buy scrubs and a doctor’s coat. He smiled thinking about all the things he could do to her dressed up in medical attire. The thought made him want to hurry out of bed and rush downtown right away but he couldn’t. She was making breakfast but as soon as he finished eating he was out. She started something she wasn’t ready for. By the time he finished with her, she would crown him the master of role play. That, he was sure of.
After breakfast Makeba decided to visit her parents for a while. Her timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Declan showered, dressed and scurried out the door. All he could think of was the surprise he had in store for her later on that evening.
It was colder outside than he had expected. Raising the collar on his trench coat, he shivered as he kept on walking, thinking to himself maybe he could have hopped on a bus or caught a cab. Well, it was no use now, he was more than halfway to his destination. He retrieved his phone from his pocket when it started to ring. It was Sam checking up on him and wishing him good luck on his new place. He extended an invitation for Sam to come to Newark to visit. He accepted as long as it was okay with Makeba. Declan assured him that she would like nothing more than to have him there. After inquiring about his mom and grandmother they ended the call.
Later that evening after dinner Makeba called it a night. Three glasses of Riesling was enough to knock her on her butt. After bidding farewell to Declan, she showered and got in bed. Patiently, he waited until the perfect time. By now he figured she should be in a deep sleep. Thank goodness she drank more than one glass of wine because it made it a lot easier to carry out his plan.
Looking himself over in the mirror, a smile spread across his lips. If he went outside decked out in the outfit he had on, surely he would have been mistaken for the real thing. He looked quite debonair in his blue scrubs and white swan lab coat. There were two more pieces he needed to add to his uniform. Glancing down on the bathroom sink, he picked up his cap, tied it to his head and covered his face with the mask. Dr. Whitaker was ready to see his patient now.
Snickering, he stood over Makeba as she slept. That must have been some wine. She didn’t budge when he was tying her hands and feet to the bed. Surveying the room and realizing it needed a romantic feel to it, he quietly gathered all the pillar candles he could find, lined them around the room, then lit them. Satisfied with how things were set up, he smiled, nodding his head. It was showtime.
Wrapping his stethoscope around his neck, he approached the bed pulling back the covers enough for him to listen to the beat of her heart. The cold metal made her jump taking in a deep breath. She opened her eyes and almost screamed until she was able to figure out it was Declan behind the mask. She tried to move but couldn’t. Glancing down at her arms and then her feet, she fell back against the bed knowing that she was in trouble. He was definitely going to make her pay for her Mae West performance.
“Ah Ms. Jones. I’m glad you are awake. I need to listen to your heart.”
“So what kind of doctor are you, Internal Medicine?”
“Gynecologist?”
She chuckled. “A what?”
“Shhhh! Please, I’m trying to listen.” Her heart started beating a mile a minute. She knew she was in trouble. Of all the doctors he could have pretended to be, he chose a gynecologist. There was no telling what the hell he was going to do to her. All she could do was pray that whatever it was, it wouldn’t hurt.
After listening to her heart, he placed the cover back over her stopping below the chin. Turning his back to her, she could see him putting on a pair of latex gloves. Fear crept up inside her. This man could not possibly be trying to take it that far, she thought. He wouldn’t dare. Approaching the bed, Declan had his glove covered hands raised.
“Ready for your exam?”
She wrestled a little with the restraints. “Wait a minute honey. I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“No baby you’re right. How can I lick the juice off my fingers if I use gloves during the exam.”
Feeling defeated, she fell back on the bed taking deep breaths. She was nervous. This man was scaring the living crap out of her. Yes she did her thing when she played Mae West but she didn’t hurt him. It was all pleasurable. What he was getting ready to do seemed to be something totally different.
Declan raised the covers from the bottom stopping at her waist.
Fidgeting she yelled, “Honey, please."
Ignoring her cries, he grabbed the flavored warming lubricant off the dresser squeezing a generous amount on the tips of his fingers. She knew there was nothing she could do but grin and bear it. This was payback. She readied herself for what was about to come. There was no need in spreading her legs. They were already apart as wide a
s they could go tied to footboard. He crawled onto the bed positioning himself between her legs. Closing his eyes he gently inserted two fingers inside of her. She squirmed in discomfort but not for long. The warm sensation along with the slow movement of his fingers became sweet pleasure. She moaned as tingling sensations shot through her body. This wasn’t an examination, not like the ones she remembered getting. If they all were like this should make an appointment three times a week for pap smear. No, this was something sensational. It was killing her that she couldn’t touch him. She was more than willing to be a participant in the game he was playing. Pleading, she asked to be released but he said no, being restrained was torture. On the edge of explosion, she cried out. Right before she was about to let loose he removed his hands.
“Dammit Declan,” her breaths were labored.
He laughed as he got up off the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he removed his cap and mask tossing them on the nightstand. Turning to face her he said, “Ms. Jones, I’m sorry but you’re in need of a cleansing. Because I don’t have any meds, I will need to cover your mouth to muffle your screams. She looked at him like he was insane.
“What are you talking about?”
He rose from the bed. “Precisely why your mouth must be covered.”
He walked away returning with a silk scarf. Against her will Makeba was gagged and her restraints were tightened. Shaking her head as she mumbled, he couldn’t make out her words, nor did he want to. There was a procedure that needed to be done on her and he was the only doctor available with enough experienced to carry it out.
He glanced down at her. “Ready?”
Shaking her head, she mumbled something else but he didn’t bother to remove the covering off her mouth because what she had to say to him wasn’t as important as the procedure he was about to perform on her.
Gently, he crawled up on the bed between her legs. Placing his hand under her buttocks, he raised her hips to his mouth. Teasing her, he nibbled on her southern lips then licked around her clit. Squealing, she wiggled like a slithering snake across the grass. Tighter he held on as he slid his tongue into her deepness. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks. For a moment and only a moment he glanced up at her demanding that she watch him devour her like a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. Obliging him, she positioned her head so that she could an unobstructed visual, but how long did he expected her to focus when he was making her feel so good, so alive. She was flying without wings. Without volition, her eyelids shut. Biting on her lips caused her eyes to reopen. Again, he looked up ordering her through silent language not to take her eyes off of him. He needed her to see how much he enjoyed tasting her.
The sight of him between her legs with his head bobbing up and down caused her back to arch, her body to tremble and her jewel box to pulsate, whimpering as she tried to break away. There was no way out of those restraints. She couldn’t take anymore. It was like riding to the top of a roller coaster and sliding down at massive speed as adrenaline rushed through her veins. She was on her third orgasmic explosion and there was no sign of him slowing down. Finally, he came up for air ogling her as he removed the scarf from her mouth. She attempted to speak but was interrupted the moment he covered her mouth with his. Parting her lips with his tongue allowed her to taste her own essence. Not long after, he moved to her ears whispering naughty things as he nibbled on her earlobes.
Declan removed his scrubs tossing them to the floor. He removed the pillows from her head, and placed them under her, elevating her hips. As usual she was tight, just the way he liked her. Gently, he entered her going deeper with each stroke. She moaned as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was truly showing her who was the master at the game. He was definitely worthy of being crowned King after this. Gyrating his hips, he increased his speed every time she released a sound. The expressions on his face alerted her that he was on the verge of explosion. He grunted in the back of his throat as he tightened his grip on her riding like he was a jockey in a race competing for first place. A few minutes later he fell back on the bed beside her totally spent. It took a while before he could get up enough strength to untie her. After she was released, together they showered, returned to the bed and slept through the night nestled in each other’s arms.
~*~
Over the next few months Makeba and Declan’s relationship was not without its share of problems. The frequent trips to Chicago were becoming an issue. Tired of the empty bed, lonely nights, and extended trips, Makeba began to feel like she was contributing 100 percent into their relationship while only receiving 55 percent in return. It wasn’t like she didn’t understand how important his business was, on the contrary. According to the way she felt, their relationship trumped everything else. There was nothing in the world worth putting their life together on the back burner. The situation was starting to get to her and the fact that instead of voicing her concern and telling him how much his absenteeism affected her, she chose to bury it all deep inside to keep the peace. It wasn’t a very good idea. Although her intentions were noble, it was producing the opposite effect of what she had anticipated. It was evident in their conversations when he called. For no apparent reason she’d become miffed and uninterested in what he had to say and that wasn’t good. She loved him to the core of her being, she should always be anxious to hear what he had to say. Her silence was hurting them and she knew it. Something had to give. A talk was definitely needed as soon as possible even if it had to be done over the phone. He was due to return the Tuesday before Thanksgiving which was a week away. She refused to wait that long.
After taking a hot bubble bath, Makeba crawled under the covers fighting back her tears. She missed him so much her body ached. Turning on her side in a fetal position is how she laid until she fell asleep.
Soft hands touched her body. Strong masculine arms enveloped her. The feeling of a warm moist body pressed up against her stirred her insides. At first, she thought she was dreaming. Suddenly realizing what she was feeling was real, she jumped up screaming, swinging so vigorously at the man next to her that she fell off the bed. Finding humor in her reaction, he chortled, almost falling on the floor himself.
Looking up with eyes filled with fury she said, “Declan?”
Hurrying to her side, he helped her up off the floor. “Yes.”
Playfully she punched him. “There’s nothing funny. You scared the crap out of me.”
“I’m sorry honey. I didn’t want to wake you.”
She side-eyed him while getting back into bed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home early?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” He kissed her softly on the lips pulling her closer to him. “Gosh, I missed you. I love you so much Makeba Jones.”
He looked down at her as a tear rolled down his chest. He wasn’t crying, she was. There were no words needed for him to understand the reason for them. He was already aware of it but what could he do about it. He was a businessman, building a new hotel from the ground up. The project required frequent travelling between New Jersey and Chicago. He empathized with her because he was wrestling with the same emotions. It wasn’t easy to be apart from her. He told her so on several occasions. There were many nights when he felt the need to jump in his car and hurry home to her but he couldn’t. She was too far away. Tonight was one of those nights which was why he decided at the last minute to catch a flight home to be by her side.
The sun peeked through the window as a chill brushed across her skin. The air in the room had a little bite to it. Shivering, she moved closer to Declan to get some body heat. Feeling the chill on her skin, he got up, walked over to the thermostat and set it to 73 degrees. He returned to bed pulling her back into the warmth of his arms.
Makeba shifted the moment she felt warm liquid ooze down her legs. In no time her whole bottom was wet. She patted the area around her with her hand. It was soaked. Scared to look and see what had her hands saturated, she laid there immobile for a few seconds. Slowly rais
ing her hands, stopping only when they met her eyes, she began to yell in terror. It was blood, her blood. Almost unbearable cramping began as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Startled by the sudden screams, Declan jumped up falling out of bed onto the floor. Frowning, he glanced down at his side, it was red and wet. He looked at her then down at her bloody hand. Pulling the covers back revealed something that sent him into shock preventing him from speaking. Never had he seen so much blood. Hysteria set in. Somewhere between her screams and his frenzy, he was able to compose himself enough snatch the phone off the dresser and dial 911 as his hands trembled uncontrollably. He did everything in his power to comfort her but it wasn’t working. She was frightened of the unknown. Something was happening and she had no idea what it was. From the looks of things she was hemorrhaging, and feeling like her insides were detaching itself from the rest of her body.
After informing the 911 dispatcher of everything that was happening to her, Declan picked her up and carried her to the shower and began washing her up, feeling helpless because he could do nothing to help ease the pain. She appeared to be in so much pain. A thousand thoughts went through his mind. What was happening to her? What if he hadn’t come home in the wee hours of the night? What if it’s something serious? Was he losing her? Why was it so much blood? All of those questions went unanswered. The longer he had to bear witness to what was taking place the more fearful he became. His eyes filled with tears but he quickly wiped them away with his arm, his face turned beet red as mucus escaped his nostrils, words of comfort that escaped his lips were barely audible.
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